Wednesday, August 30, 2006

ledger

the alluvial haystack at the side of the houseis suburban rot the kid that once careeredround the culdesac now old & boring thoughhe still holds up the guinness book of the year & clothes as a parting gift to raaf families & yeah an icecream bell is something special triggeringsexual atmosphere but no sparechange cleverly there are small squares of coloured paper shiningglued to my hands so i patch up the fence of lashed sticks leaning tired & keeping only crabapples patrolling rusted swingsets thinking its even harder work to sit still an effort & a milestone & a kid in a cape supposedto hammer a nail in effectively smiles shes done years of researchshe knows the only spot the tooth fairy could have gone like me shes come back to make her pay up